Wavy Glass Memories

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I live in a 200 year old house in a rural village in Vermont. This house still has the original windows with glass is full of streaks and swirls and bubbles, marks from a handmade process. The imperfections of the glass have an affect on both the outside view and the interior spaces by warping objects and casting unique shadows.


Light comes directly through the windows during the late fall, winter and early spring, when the angle of the sun is low on the horizon. This can be a difficult time of year, because the daylight hours are shorter and sunlight is often hidden behind clouds, and for me, the long dark winter can easily cause depression. Any light that come into the house is a reprieve and I followed sunbeams as they moved through a room or stare mesmerized as the sun sparkled off the frost covers panes.


I’ve been photographing the windows for years, but the isolation of the pandemic  gave me more time to reflect on the past and thoughts of family and idea of family history. I am a keeper of family memories; boxes of photographs, crinoline dresses, old books containing handwriting names of relatives I've never met. I used some of these objects and photographed them as the light make it’s journey across the walls in the house that my father grew up in. While there was often a feeling of melancholy for loved ones lost, I was creating new stories and memories with my camera and the returning light made me appreciate the time I get to spend in this old house I call home.